http://slow.writerscafe.org/ShubhamPurandare The original writings of author Shubham en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775280862 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Well, the long wait for the picnic was finally coming to an end. It was just a matter of hours before the students would finally get to enjoy their wonderful picnic.     Sam too had done some preparations. As his needs were fewer, he had decided to prepare and get ready with all his .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShubhamPurandare/1777409/ School picnics are really exciting. But what is as exciting as the picnic itself is the preparation for the school picnic day. Everyone is busy preparing for their ‘Big day’ in their own fashion. There are of course various kinds of students based on their way to prepare for a school pic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShubhamPurandare/1777407/ School Picnics are one of the most important occasions in a student’s life. 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So, every student looks forward to this day in his/her life .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShubhamPurandare/1777406/ A short inspirational book about a 14 year old http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShubhamPurandare/1777404/ I like the chirping Love Birds,I can tolerate the Parrot.I can adjust with the Hare too,Who wants nothing but carrot.I agree that the Cats run,And destroy the whole house.But at least they will be useful,At the time of catching a Mouse.The Horse is a symbol of pride,And can hel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShubhamPurandare/1668139/ A calming influence,An absolute peace of mind.Leaving all the worriesAnd the stress behind.It is a new beginning,With full of true hope.It enables me to relax,I am confident that I can cope.It's a breath of fresh air,It's a blossoming flower.Nonetheless it gives me strength.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShubhamPurandare/1668132/ Emotions are like water,Plenty and necessary.Sometimes they make us laugh,Sometimes they make us worry.Emotions are emotions,They cannot be good or bad.For our tears cannot distinguish,Moments, very happy and very sad.Some say that God made us,But emotions have kept us alive... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShubhamPurandare/1668128/ A tribute to one of the most important occasions of our lives http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShubhamPurandare/1597852/ This title is the same as the famous writing but it's not related to that http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShubhamPurandare/1592351/ We all encounter moments,Which fill our lives with gloom.And then we do not allow,The 'Flower of Life' to bloom.The only way by which,We can avoid this fact,Is by making sure,That our 'Smiles' remain Intact.In this journey known as 'Life',Which lasts for miles and miles,Do not .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShubhamPurandare/1591663/ We want to do a thousand things,Of million things we dream.It's easy to get carried away,In this ever flowing stream.Today we see something we like,And we just want to try it out.By the time tomorrow comes,It's something else, we crave about.The day after, we realize that,We .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ShubhamPurandare/1591661/ I really sometimes wonder, "What exactly is a bad day?", " Hey!", I just came to know, What exactly is 'A BAD DAY'. 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